Christine pulled her favorite gray sweater over her head and onto her
long supple arms, looked out onto the side pasture and shivered a bit
at the cold rain that was falling. Her Indian heritage gave her a
special empathy with the thirsty land and the rain that watered it. The
steady beat on the roof reminded her that she needed to order some
special items for Paul’s Thanksgiving benefit concert. “My pickup needs
gas too” she thought and “oh, yes, I must stop at the McGovern’s to drop
off the potatoes and get milk.”

The rivulets of rain wriggled their way down the window glass and
onto the sill as Christine watched. “What a long day ahead.” she thought
as she pulled on her blue jeans and slipped into her boots. The old
floor complained with creaks at even her light frame. Well varnished
wood steps led down to the kitchen where “fixins” for breakfast waited.
There were fresh eggs from the hens and honey from the bees and just
enough delicious McGovern’s milk for a bowl of home-made bread and
peaches that would, with two sunny-side-up eggs, be her breakfast.
Christine ate as silently as her prayer had been to thank God for the
food and for her hard but rewarding work close to the earth and to ask
God for the safe return of her husband, Tim, who would not return from
Mexico for another week. A tear, then two, slid into the corner of her
mouth and made the peaches salty. “How very much I miss you, Tim.” She
breathed in a low voice and stood up to clear the sturdy wooden table.

She was standing, dishes in hand, when a roughly loud knock on the
door jolted her back into the present. A man and a woman, wet through in
their thin coats from the rain, looked back at her as the door swung
open. Only then did she notice the gun pointed at her and the desperate
expression on the man’s face. Twenty four years of compassionate hard
work on the farm stood her well at this critical moment and she said
“Come in. You folks need to dry out and get warm.”

“Just a minute lady. Can’t you see that we have a gun? All we want is
your money. Give us all you have in the house and we will leave.” he
said.

“You are in no shape to go anywhere. Sit by the fire and I will get some towels. Are you hungry?”

“Y-yes we are very hungry, haven’t had any thing to eat for two days.
We thought we could wait out the rain in the woods but it was so cold.”
said the woman, who, up to then, had been silent.

“Quiet!” said the man “We only want your money. Where is it?”

Silently expressions changed from bluff, to chagrin, to defeat and to relief as they wordlessly stepped into the house.

Oh, yes, here are the towels. We really don’t keep any money around.”
Said Christine as she reached for the pint mason jar on the warming
shelf of the wood stove “We do a lot of bartering and don’t need
much money. I think there is about fifty seven dollars in here and you
are welcome to it.” As she spoke Christine was fixing scrambled eggs
with fresh tomatoes and left over summer squash. She got the bread and
butter from the pantry and set two white plates on the table.

“Would you put some knives and forks on the table, they are in the
drawer in the table. And…goodness, still in those wet coats… please hang
them over there where they will dry.” Christine said to the woman,
pointing to “shaker” pegs in a neat row on the wall. “The water for tea
will be ready in a moment. It’s very good with honey. But, please, don’t
wait for it. Take as much as you want of everything. Eat. I have some
wild blackberry jam in the ‘fridge.” Christine returned with the jam.
“Here, help yourself.”

There was silence in the room except for the sounds of eating and the
snap and crack of the fire for a few moments as the uninvited guests
ate and warmed themselves. The room smelled of fresh food, pine from the
wood warming by the stove and wet wool. “I don’t think you need the gun
in our house. Would you please put it away?” Christine said.

The man looked at Christine and then down at his gun. “I don’t even
have any bullets for it.” He said and slid it into his pocket. “I
haven’t eaten anything in some time and nothing this good in a very long
time. Why are you being so kind to us?”

“And why weren’t you afraid of the gun?” added the woman.

“I know” said Christine, “that people do desperate things that they
normally wouldn’t do when they are cold, hungry and homeless and you
seemed to be all of those.

"But what of the gun? Weren't you afraid of the danger?" asked the woman.

"No, because I also know that God walks with us every moment of every
day. The only danger that I see is that I will not use all the love and
strength that I have and all the love and strength that comes from God
to feed His sheep. Only then do I feel that I am in any danger."

"Would you like some more peaches?" asked Christine.

"Ellen, the woman asks if you want more peaches." said the man.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, please. I was thinking about what you said just
now. I have never heard of that way of looking to God for help. Do you
do it often?" Ellen asked.

Christine smiled a broad loving smile and said "Only as often as I breathe."

"I am guessing that the two of you did not get any sleep in the woods
last night. Would you like to try to sleep now?" Christine asked.

The man cast a fearful glance at Christine and then at Ellen. "Are
you trying to trick us into sleeping to call to police?" he said.

“No, I can't do that to you." said Christine. "But if you prefer, Ellen can sleep while you stay awake and watch."

"Ok." he said, as he looked around for a place from which to watch.

Christine opened the couch to make room for the two in the living
room and went to get two comforters from the hall closet. The large one
was from her grandmother, Rising Moon, and the other was from a
neighbor's auction a mile down the road.

"My name is Christine, but you may call me by my nickname, Chris. May I call you by your first names?" she said to the visitors.

"Yes, since you already know my wife's name is Ellen, you may as well know my name is Mike." he said.

Ellen lay down on the couch and hardly had time to say "Thank you
Chris." when her eyes closed and she was asleep. Mike sat on the empty
side of the couch and looked from his hands to his still damp shoes. His
eyes heavy, he soon slumped and then collapsed next to Ellen. Christine
covered them with the large comforter and thought how peaceful they
looked in each other's arms.

Christine sighed and wished very much for Tim.

It was late afternoon and colder with a hint of snow in the sky when
Ellen awoke and came into the circle of light cast by the bulb in the
kitchen.

"I would like to know more about what you said before I went to
sleep." said Ellen "When did you first learn to lean on God like that?"

Christine leaned, chin in hand, on one elbow on the table, looked at
the open and honest face that met hers and thought back and back. "I
think it was the storm of '79 when the snow was deep and driven by high
winds." she said "Our barn was an old one then and was leaning and
moving in the wind. We were terrified that the barn would collapse onto
all the animals. We went to the barn and got down on our knees and I
prayed to God that the wind would abate. The more I prayed that the wind
would go away the harder it seemed to blow."

"What on earth could you do?" asked Ellen.

"I got up thinking that God had not heard me when my gaze fell on a
large pole that we were saving for a yard light. I said 'Tim, we can
brace the barn with the pole!' Using the tractor hoist to lift it, we
managed to lash it into place as a cross brace from the floor to the
beam of the roof. We stayed in the barn all night with the frightened
animals and I had a lot of time to think about the marvelous and
unexpected ways in which God loves and helps us. I was praying for the
wind to end and that was not what God had in mind. Nevertheless, He kept
us safe. The experience also gave us the push we needed to replace the
barn.”

"I have often wished” said Ellen “that I could pray to God for him to
take all my troubles away and give me an easy life. Though I am only
26, it seems I have seen only hard times. Perhaps God is waiting to give
me something better than an easy life …" her words came from somewhere
deep inside and Christine saw her again, as if for the first time.

"Would you like to stay here a while and work for us?" Christine
could feel the words forming in her mouth, but it was God speaking
through her heart and she knew it was going to be ok.

"Oh, could we? That would be more than wonderful." Ellen said and reached out to take the hands that offered her haven.

Jesus’ words "Feed my lambs." echoed in her mind.

"Feed my sheep." …

"Feed my sheep."

Chapter Two

The depth of love and warmth that Christine had felt from Tim, and
for Tim, when they enjoyed a lingering hug at the airport, still sent
warm tingly feelings through her even though the reunion was now three
weeks ago.

She remembered the happy moment when Tim had said, with such moving
compassion, yes, he agreed to offer Ellen and Mike shelter for the
winter and longer if they needed it.

She remembered hearing the heartbreaking stories of hardship that the
two new friends had told since they arrived, how Ellen had come to her
one afternoon and said,

“I enjoy and admire your two children. Paul with his music. Some of
the songs he sings on those home-made CDs are so moving I can’t help
from crying. … He is a university senior now?”

“Yes, Not long till he graduates.” Christine said as she
thought of all the years of growing up, of Paul’s growing into a young
man and beginning to understand the beauty and power of tenderness and
love. “He will be home for Thanksgiving on Saturday.”

“I had a baby boy a year ago and I loved him with all my heart. I
guess we were too poor to have a baby right. We named him Allen. When he
was six months old he got sick and we did the best we could to keep him
warm and I nursed him all I could, but he stopped eating and had a such
a fever he was hot to touch. We were afraid, very afraid. We had not
sought help because we had no money and were eating at a soup kitchen
and living on the street. There was nothing else to do so we went to the
hospital and asked if they could help us. They took our baby Allen in,
but it was only a few hours and he was dead.” Ellen said brokenly
through her sobs and tears. “I loved him so much I cry whenever I think
of him.”

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” Christine said and took both of Ellen’s hands in hers and held them.

“I tend to blame myself for not doing anything sooner and I blame
Mike for our being so poor. He has a good high school education so I
thought he might find a job of some sort, but the only jobs they offered
were farm picking and weeding. I think it was because of our
homelessness with no address or phone number that was at least part of
the problem. Mike said he was better than that kind of farm work and
would not take the jobs. The whole system makes me angry and sad at the
same time and Mike could have taken a job don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. It depends on your history and your heart and I don’t
like to judge. At least not until I know a lot more about both of you. I
want to hear more, but we need to put some supper on the table now.
Will you help me?” Christine said.

“Yes, of course. What should I do?”

Saturday came and went and Paul’s presence in the house was a warmth
for everyone. Paul and his sister, Wendy, could sing with Paul’s guitar
in all the ways from sunshine on your heart to the blues to break it.
Their music filled the house and the hearts in it whether it was just
Paul’s full clear whistling, Wendy humming to get some riff just right
or a couch concert just for the six of them. Love and thanksgiving were
in the air as that special day approached.

Late on the night before Thanksgiving when the house was very quiet,
Ellen got up to get some water from the kitchen. In the light from the
small lamp by the couch she saw Paul looking at the palm of his hand.
How curious, she thought, and sat down by him and asked what he was
doing.

“I learned some about palm reading in school and I am trying to
figure out my hand lines, but they don’t seem to make any sense. Here,
give me your hand and I will try to figure out your lines.”

When Paul took her hand, it was like an electrical current passed
from him to her and back to him again. It was too intense a feeling to
feel alone and she closed her fingers against his hand in a way that
Paul had never yet experienced. He took her hand and kissed it with all
the tenderness he knew.

“Hold me, Paul, just for a moment. Please.” Ellen whispered.

Paul did, in a way that was all tenderness and inexperience at once
and Ellen responded with all her sorrow poured out in love. Her feelings
of passion leapt, Phoenix like, from the ashes of her despair and the
time before Paul asked with his lips if he could kiss her seemed like
forever. The many minutes after were much too short. Eternity would have
been too short.

Paul’s heart was taken, taken on delightfully thrilling and soul
restoring passage, in the few short days of Thanksgiving break, from
persevering hope to passionate understanding and tender vows of lasting
love. A journey that has taken others months or years. Their lives were a
living warmth that could be felt, in spite of their secrecy, by others
whose lives knew love. Their love was radiant and tearful, full of joy
in song and work.

Mike was not quick to see it and labored on in his chores.

“I can’t bear to see you off at the train station.” Ellen’s words
came slowly between sobs “Can I hold you for the last time, until we
meet again, here at home?”

At a loss for words, Paul nodded and pulled her to him. He kissed her
hair and her ear and her cheek and her lips and he cried. He cried
because he was leaving. He cried because knew this love might not
progress to permanence. He cried because this love could not now deepen
and mature. But still, he loved her, immensely.

Chapter Three

The change in Ellen was as though God’s hand had smoothed the frown
from her face and the sadness from her soul. Her relationship with Mike
was softer and sometimes happy, though never full of gladness as it
should have been. It also troubled Ellen that, for all their love, there
seemed to be a barrier, in the passion of their feelings, beyond which
Paul was not willing to go. She had made herself desirable and alluring
and Paul was as delighted as anyone could be. Yet he never took her
beyond that point. She wanted him all. “The only person who could know
the answer” Ellen thought, “was Christine.”

“May I talk to you about Paul for a few minutes?” Ellen’s voice trembled a bit and she thought her courage would fail her.

“Yes, of course.” Said Christine. “What’s troubling you?”

“I know that I can’t hide the love that Paul and I share from you,
Christine, but, no matter what I do, my invitations to make love are
very lovingly and tenderly refused. He said we should save it for later
when we can love fully. But, I need it now. Why should we wait?

“Even though there is a law against lovemaking outside of marriage,
toothless and disused as it may be, Jesus gave us a higher law of love.”
Said Christine, “Do you love Paul?”

“With all my heart. With all of me and that is what makes it so hard.” answered Ellen.

“Do you love him enough to delight in waiting?”

Ellen’s words were a long time in coming. She hesitated and then said, “That seems so impossibly contrary. How could it be?”

“Whenever I come to a place in life that I just don’t understand, I
go to the bible and look to Jesus to find the answer.” said Christine as
she pulled her chair closer to Ellen. “Help me to understand your love
for Paul.”

“Is your desire to pull him to you and into you and feel his warmth all along you and entangle your limbs and your lives?”

“Oh, yes. Chris, I want it so much. I want to give him my breasts and
kiss him till our minds melt and we think each other’s thoughts and our
hearts beat together as if they were one heart.”

“And do you want to sing a love song for two to the world to tell
them of all the joy and wonderful feelings that you have been given?”

“Yes, yes, how beautiful, how wonderful that would be. This secrecy
that hides our love is so …I just hate it. But, Chris, you knew of this
kind of love before you asked me of my feelings. Is this how your love
for Tim is?”

“My love for Tim started this way. I was elated. I was swept beyond
the best of my dreams. It was so intense and just got better and better.
And when it seemed that more wasn’t possible it started getting richer
and deeper. Over the years the richness and depth and power increased
until he knew all of me and I all of him. I would form a question for
Tim in my mind and I was confident I knew most of his answer before I
asked him. That’s how I knew it was ok to ask the two of you to stay
without asking Tim. Now, one long look from him will just melt me into
his arms and into him. He is always there to support me or kiss away my
tears or make love to me as I desire it. There is peace for us in each
other’s arms and in our hearts. And with the power of this peaceful love
we have the strength to reach out to others.”

“Do you think that Jesus loved just as we do?” Christine asked.

“I’ve never thought about it much. Mostly, I thought he just ran away from such situations.” Ellen replied.

“It says in the Bible that Jesus, known as the ‘Word’ before he came
to earth, was made human so he could suffer just as we do and understand
our pain and desire first hand. If Jesus ran away, as most people think
he did, from human sexuality, there is a very large part of our
humanity that he would not know about or be able to share our joy or
pain.”

“Have you read the part of the bible where Mary washes the feet of Jesus?” Christine asked.

Yes, but I don’t remember it well.” Ellen answered.

“Mary was so moved that she washed our lords feet with her tears,
dried them with her hair and did not cease to kiss his feet. She then
soothed his feet by rubbing them with ointment. All this, while Jesus
was seeing into her heart and into her great love for him as if she were
an open book. If that did not move Jesus to passionately return that
love and lift her into his arms and kiss away her tears, he would have
to have a heart made of cardboard or concrete. What heartbreak for him
to know that he must not reach out to her at all.”

Ellen looked back at Christine in tears.

“Jesus could have said” Christine continued, “that Mary’s heart had
run away with her and to forgive the embarrassment, but, he did not. He
said to his seemingly unmoved companions that they were remiss in all
the things she was doing and that her great love for him had saved her.
Jesus smiled on her every attention to him and said she was forgiven for
her many sins because of that great love for him. Jesus then went on to
say that those who love little are forgiven little.”

“So Jesus waited as I do.” said Ellen. “He must have yearned to
return that great love to Mary in all the ways I yearn to love Paul.”

“Yes, I’m sure he did. What a sensitive and compassionate counselor
we have. What a huge forgiveness he must have for us and what a joy and a
gift to come to him to share all our love and pain and know that he
felt the sadness and joy just as we do.” Christine said through her
tears. “I have felt his loving arms around me so very many times.”

“I feel his love through you, Chris, and especially through Paul. …
Why did you keep silent until now about my love for Paul if you feel
that deeper love should wait?”

“Because there is just too little love in this harsh world to go
pouring cold water on such tenderness and beauty as there is between you
and Paul. I knew, because we have talked through the years of love and
how to treat a woman, that Paul would take good care of you and your
heart. And I could also see you, Ellen, being brought out of the
darkness that was crushing you into the light of Paul’s love. Even
though it pains me to see Mike left out, I know that he has not seen in
you, yet, the love that could be his.”

“I had never loved anyone very well and certainly nothing like I love
Paul. I didn’t know I had such intense and wonderful feelings in me,
Chris, until now. My feelings for Mike never had a chance. I was
pregnant when we got married. I was lonely and we both had too much to
drink one night. He took me roughly and I was crying and afraid. Any
love we shared was cool at best and if you had not befriended us, I
don’t know how I could have gone on.” said Ellen, “I know I should love
Mike but, it just isn’t there.”

Chapter Four

Mike and Tim worked well together at keeping the farm tended, pruned
and clean. His work was always careful and well done. Mike had a gift
with the animals in that they trusted him and were at peace when he was
near. A wounded sparrow that he had helped to heal would return and pull
on his ear from his shoulder. Yet, his love did not extend to Ellen. He
was a gentleman to her but lacked any passion in his actions. Tim could
see it and thought it would change for the better with time so he said
nothing. However it was now past Thanksgiving and there was still no
real change. Christine had asked Tim to speak to Mike about Ellen and
now, that there was a break in the work, he would.

“Mike, may I talk to you for a bit?”

"Sure, What's on your mind?"

"I've seen the way you take care of the animals. The way you sooth a
frightened chick or caress a lamb and they love you for it. Even the
horses love you. Why don't you do the same for Ellen?" asked Tim.

"She is always angry about the baby and about our being poor.
… It makes me afraid and I run away inside. I don't show it, but
it makes me very sad."

"Maybe you could say you're sorry."

"But, Tim, I don't think it's my fault. It would hurt to take the blame for stuff I didn't do."

"Can you be sad, and sorry for her sadness, no matter where the blame may be?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it that way." said Mike.

"When our Lord looks on us with compassion and is grieved to feel our
pain, he doesn't ask who made the pain. He was hanging on the cross and
looking at the people who put him there when he said 'Father, forgive
them; for they know not what they do.' Can you forgive the world, as
Jesus did, and then forgive Ellen and yourself? If you are sad about it
all, I think it is safe to say that Jesus has forgiven you. I think that
Ellen would warm to you, if you could."

"I don't know. That is a lot of forgiving."

"I will be with you in prayer and thought. Take it one step at a time
and be very gentle." Tim said as he stood up and extended his hand to
help Mike up. "Go to her, Mike. She needs you to love her."

The prayers and encouragement must have helped, for, as day by day
November became December Mike did open his heart and his hurt to Ellen
and Ellen to him. They could be seen hand in hand getting to know each
other and the feelings that grow into real love. Passion was longer in
coming, but, like a growing plant, by degrees, it did. At God's touch,
the scars in both their hearts faded. With wounds so deep, that takes
time.

Chapter 5

And they studied God's word. They studied God's love in creation and
the original lovers, Adam and Eve. They studied Abraham, Joseph and
Pharaoh, Times and seasons, years and aeons, love and heartbreak, the
gospels and the words that Jesus spoke. Their eyes were opened to God's
infinite love and forgiveness, to all the ways that we can do the same
because we are made "in His Image". They read in awe of God's
unalterable plan to restore all the earth, and all the human family that
ever lived on it, to that which Adam lost; perfect life, love and
communion with each other and with God. They shared the depth of
feelings that Christ came to earth to experience. They spoke of the
awesome God that knows each of us so completely that He can resurrect
from memory all that lived from Adam to the yet unborn. They cried with
Joseph when he reunited with his family and grew to understand how this
was a picture of Christ and all the saints reuniting with all those that
love the Lord on the Earth and later all the world. They cried with joy
that the despair and hopelessness of not understanding was behind them.
They sobbed with thanks for the love of Tim and Christine that gave
them so much and embraced them with deep new feelings.

With Paul's return at Christmas break came the festive music and the
happy times with gifts for all. Paul could see that Ellen was living in
the love of Christ and was working to kindle love in Mike and he was
careful not to injure the tender leaves that were new love.

In the few times that Paul had alone with Ellen he could feel her
heart come to him and every fiber of her called to him. Paul returned
the love most generously with all the tenderness and compassion that he
knew. They kissed and cried in each other's arms and spoke of the
parting that they both knew was coming. They prayed that God would guide
their hearts and their feet in the way God wanted them to go and that
love would follow them all their days. Paul was delighted to receive a
new Bible from Ellen as a Christmas gift. On its red leather cover was
printed; "For Paul, With all the love I have through Christ. Ellen."

Spring break was mixed with joy and sad farewells as Mike and Ellen
set out to their new home in the Cascade mountains of Washington state
and the farm manager job that Tim had helped Mike get. It would take
them a week to drive the Honda, that Tim and Christine had given them,
to the west coast. The spring warmth and blooming earth urged their
hearts and their feet to a journey of hope and peace. On Saturday after
breakfast they had their belongings in the car and were ready to get
underway.

They, Paul, Ellen, Mike, Wendy, Christine and Tim, were exchanging
hugs and tears and "We'll write" and more hugs and "We will miss you."
When Tim said "We have a going away envelope for Mike and Ellen. It is
from the bounty of the Lord and the four of us for all the help, joy and
hope that you have given us. Please open it."

Wide eyed happy faces looked with anticipation to see what the envelope held and the joy that it would bring.

Mike carefully tore away the paper. One thousand dollars in cash and a
check for three thousand more lay in his hand. "How can we ever repay
you?" Ellen whispered.

"Don't think of it." Christine said, "It's a gift of love from us and from God."

The trip was a good one. Mike and Ellen prospered and loved and took
the love of their new family and of God with them in all their walks of
life. And they did keep in touch.

Some time later, Paul, was looking in the bible that Ellen had given
him. In the seventh chapter of Luke he found a richly purple page. As he
opened it, Paul’s heart leapt at the sight of Ellen’s fine writing. He
read,

Dearest Paul,

Wherever God may place me in his earth,

Whatever time in months or years may find my beating heart,

Your tender love will find in me a haven and a sheltered place.

Whoever I may hold so dear to me or chance to meet

Your touch upon my heart and kisses in my soul

Will haunt me with their openness and warmth.

Whenever I may need to pardon one,

Your forgiveness will control my every word.

You lifted me from ashes of despair

To love I did not know could ever be.

And should the Lord permit for us to know,

The love as man and woman both are wont to love,

I shall be yours without a backward glance

And seek within your warm embrace a welcome home.

I’ll wait for you throughout this given life

And think it short if God may grant for us

The love you gave to me returning back to you.

I hold you in my warmest, softest, thought

Always and forever, my dear, sweet, love.

Till we meet again.

Ellen

Dedicated to one whose tender love and patient encouragement made this possible.

Copyleft, November 2002, John Michael Kirkwood

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She Hath Done What She Could

The Feast was spread at Simon's house,

And as they sat at meat,

A woman came and silent stood within the open door.

Close pressed against her throbbing heart

An alabaster box of purest spikenard,

costly, rare, she held.

With modest fear, she dreaded to attract the curious gaze of those within,

And yet her well-beloved Friend was there, her Master, Lord.

With wondrous intuition she divined that this might be Her last,

Her only opportunity to show her love;

She thought of all that he had done for her,

The holy hours she spent enraptured at his feet,

Unmindful of all else,

If only she might hear those words of Truth, those words of Life.

She thought of that dark hour when Lazarus lay within the tomb

And how he turned her night to day, her weeping into joy.

Her fair face flushed, with deepening gratitude her pure eyes shone.

With swift, light step she crossed the crowded room.

She bravely met Those questioning eyes

(for Love will find its way through paths where lions Fear to tread);

with trembling hands she broke the seal and poured

The precious contents of the box upon her Savior’s feet,

And all the house was filled

With fragrance wonderful and sweet.

She could not speak,

Her heart's devotion was too deep,

Her tears fell softly,

While she took her chiefest ornament,

Her long and silken hair and wiped his sacred feet,

When suddenly a rude voice broke the golden silence with,

"What waste! this might Have sold for much, to feed the poor!"

She lower bent her head.

To her it seemed so mean a gift for love so great to make!

Again a voice re-echoed through the room, her blessed Lord's.

(He half arose and gently laid his hand upon her hair)

And how it thrilled her fainting heart to hear him sweetly say,

"Rebuke her not, for she hath wrought a good work,

What she could;

Aforehand, to anoint me for my burying she hath come,

And this her deed of love throughout the ages shall be told!"

* * *

How oft since first I read the story of this saint of old,

My own poor heart has burned with fervent, longing, deep desire,

That I might thus have ministered unto my Lord and King,

"The chiefest of ten thousand, altogether lovely One."

And now, to learn, Oh! precious thought, 'tis not too late,

I still may pour love's priceless ointment on "the members" of his Feet!